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Subject: Follow a Hunch PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY! adult /youth (m/b) Maybe, maybe not…..up to the reader. Follow a hunch. There’s times when you just get a feeling that it’s going to happen. I’ve clocked quite a few young boys over the years, walking around, and there’s just something about their demeanour that makes you think, “He’s looking.” On bank holiday Monday I was walking back home and was very close. Suddenly I saw a boy cross the road. He was short, slim, I think looked like 11 or 12. The way he meandered around told me he was on his own. I saw him, he saw me, I gave a quick smile, but he looked away quickly. Very oddly he went into a telephone box and picked up the reciever and held it to his ear, then flicked the coin return slot. Nobody uses these things any more. They’re dirty and didn’t think they worked at all now. Anyway, I had a little feeling and looked back to see him appear from the box. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, pretty face, mildly Italian/Spanish looking. I was waking ahead and looked back a few times. He was wearing black jeans and a grey, speckled top, like a rugby shirt. He crossed the road, I looked over and caught his eye again. We looked, I kept walking on. Then he crossed the road back my way. Hmmm, my hunch could be right. I was being very hopeful, I admit. Then, at the corner, he turned and went to two more phone boxes, sitting back to back, and did the same picking up the reciever etc. It’s odd that there’s still three of these decrepit things so close. I hung back a little, watching him, then crossed the road. I was thinking that he was just out wasting some time, my hunch wrong. Looking back, he was out of the second telephone box and crossed the road. I made sure he saw me looking at him and walked on, frequently looking back. I wasn’t sure if he was following me or not, but I certainly let him know I was looking at him. I turned up a narrow path. A little way up and I looked back, he was there. He could have just been going home, he could be following me. He was too young to be certain. At the top of the path is a road and over the road is a Victorian anadolu yakası escort cemetery, still in use. I crossed and walked in to the cemetery. Looking back, there he was, coming in too. My heart was racing a bit more, and my cock twitching. Was he following? Did he know what he was doing? Was this a hunch of his that he was following? Was this his first attempt at trying something? Did he see something in this much older guy that felt ‘right’? I felt very horny, and was enjoying the growing possibility that my hunch was right after all. Looking back, waking on, he followed. He must be interested in something! The cemetry is fairly open, with only a few places offering a little seclusion, so I walked for one. Like a long distance shadow, he followed. He was about 10 to 15 metres away, and every time I looked round now, he was looking back. I was a little non-plussed that a boy this age would be following like this. However, my eager, fat cock was taking over any doubts. Between the wall and a couple of trees and a few bushes, there was a space. I walked in and unzipped, taking my fully, painfully hard cock out. The madness of horniness threw caution to the wind. The boy walked past, looking in at me, I could see him over my shoulder. He walked to the end of the little bushy area and turned back into the space. My hunch was definitely correct. Turning to face him, my cock in hand, I let him see the lot, hooking my boxers below my balls. That cute face stared, wide eyed, fixed on my cock. I was so turned on I could’ve just stroked to completion. He was only a couple of metres away now. Short, just up to my chest, beautiful face, lips, eyes. I wanted to see what that skinny little kid was hiding. His gaze hadn’t moved from my cock that I was slowly stroking, letting him see the fat, purple head, glistening a little with some pre-cum in the slit. “Show me yours.” His gaze broke and he practically tore at his jeans, tucking a fold of his shirt under his chin. Jeans simply dropped to the ground and he hurriedly pulled down a tight pair of little ankara anal escort boxers. His flat belly to his mid-thighs was on view. Beatituful, milky white skin, smooth, not a hair anywhere. And there, his boy treasure stood hard and proud. It was upright, so smooth looking, pale, little hairless sack tight below, the root of his little cock under that tight sack. It was like a piece of beautifully sculpted marble. I reached down and took it between my fingers, about 3 inches worth, a little thicker than my thumb. He gasped audibly. I slid the skin down and exposed his little cock head, pink, flared, the little slit so tight. It was like pulling on something almost immovable, he was so hard, the way only a boy can be. “Touch mine.” Looking down on the top of his head, I watched his hand stretch and wrap itself round my cock. His hand looked small, fingers boney, barely grasping my shaft. I put my hand on top of his and slowly pulled along my dick…. “Like this.” I let go and he did as instructed. His head was tilted down throughout. I twisted a little to see his face. His beautiful eyes were fixed again on my cock as he slowly stroked. His shirt had fallen, pushed out a little at the front by his little rock hard dick. I crouched slightly and left my hand run up the back under his shirt. Dam, the smoothness of that first little butt cheek was amazing. It practically fitted in the palm of my hand. I slid from cheek to cheek, slowly caressing and squeezing his narrow little ass. Lookin back, I could have shot my load at the sight of his naked butt. The high, plump cheeks, the gorgeous little cleft running down, hiding his undoubtedly sweet honey pot of a boy-hole. I turned to face him and knelt, lifting his shirt. The pure skin of this kid’s body was exquisite. Such a tight tummy, little belly button, hairless crotch proudly showing his marble cock and smooth balls. I had to twist to the side slightly, his cock still a little too low. As I slid my lips over his gorgeous boyhood, he gasped again and trembled. I was immediately against the skin at the base of his cock, ankara anal yapan escort his little ball sack pushing against the corner of my lips. I held him in my mouth and let my tongue run over his little shaft, tickling over his piss slit and pushing the tip of my tongue in slightly. Without much effort, I took his smooth sack in my mouth a well as his cock. I massaged as best I could, filling my mouth with saliva and sucking his whole little package. His hands were on the top of my head. His legs were shaking, one little grunt after another escaped his mouth. My right hand slid up between his legs and cradled his little sack, my left hand squeezed at his ass. I sucked hard on his cock and pushed my hand against his ass to get him to fuck my mouth. With all the uncoordinated finesse of a newbie, he thrust away, trembling, groaning thrusting. I couldn’t resist finding his little honey pot. Parting his ass cheeks with two fingers, I pushed a third in and found my goal. A tight, tight gorgeous pucker. I massaged against him, gyrating round and round his entrance. Fuck, what a boy cunt I felt under my finger. Then, he shook, “oh, oh, oh,” he exclaimed quite loudly. My little hunch was having a dry but very intense orgasm. I softly kept sucking on his dick and gently pushing against his boyhole to he calmed. I’d had more than enough reward from my little hunch, but I need to cum. I stood, and turning him slightly crouched down and drew my wet cock head up between his ass cheeks. I felt the exquisite little tug as I passed over his tightly wrinkled entrance. Continuing up, I think my balls rest between his cheeks. Looking down I was so struck at how narrow his ass was. I jerked quickly, the feel of his smooth ass against my hairy ball sac was too much. Pulling round infront of him, I shot four or five strings of heavy cum. His eyes were fixed on my cock, darting back and forward following the spurts of man cum from my slit, hitting the ground. I let out a grunt or two myself. I cleaned up, we arranged our clothing. We spoke a little, quite awkwardly, but I was sure he’d found himself doing something he’d never thought he would be doing earlier that day. An 11 or 12 year old following his own little hunch left him understandably a bit speachless. “You go first. I’ll be here Saturday at 2 and Sunday from about 12, if you want to meet again.” And with that, the slim little sex hunch walked off. I so want more of that one.

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